I'm interrupting my NYC marathon celebrating and recapping to share quickly that this morning on my way to work, I was hit by a truck that had flown past me and turned right (crossing my bike lane). I went over the handlebars, under the truck, and was dragged for ~250 feet until the truck stopped.
I spent all day at the ER being prodded, tested, and told over and over how lucky I am. I seem to be fine, except for some gnarly road rash. My helmet is cracked and my jacket and gloves were shredded to pieces.
I'm not sure I've ever been as scared as I was when I was trapped under the truck. I couldn't stop shaking and crying, and I'm so grateful to the kind strangers who rushed over to pat my legs (which were sticking out), duck their heads underneath to talk to me and try to calm me down, and make phone calls for me while we waited for the EMTs to come pull me out.
I'm still in shock and I can't believe I walked away from this. Please, if you drive, be extra careful around cyclists.